(1) in the morning, I was dressed in orange Sanitation suit, holding a long torch in my hand, and walked to the remote road in the west of the county. (2) The Red Peony in front of the melancholy stage has only two branches left late. The wind of Ming Dynasty should blow out, and the night would cherish the fading red and see the fire. I hummed over and over again, and the music flowing naturally in my heart was so ironed that I was moved to tears at the corner of my eyes. On the highway, big cars, small cars and motorcycles shuttle back and forth. Along the road, most of them are the elderly, middle-aged and old people, with their arms falling and kicking, walking towards the newly developed West Third Road. There are few cars and few passers-by, which is the best place for morning exercises. It was almost the road I had swept. I slowed down and looked at the road immediately from time to time. I turned my eyes to the Green Mountains in the distance to the south, the village covered by green trees, there is also the green in the north of the highway spreading from the road ditch to the top of the mountain. In summer, the green of vegetation is dark green and light green, which seems to be soaked and smeared in the picture, revealing refreshing, quiet and elegant, making my heart step into the mind of nature bit by bit and feeling its peaceful artistic conception. The most beautiful scenery belongs to late autumn. At that time, the color of vegetation showed golden yellow, dark red, orange, mixed with green, which made the road from the north of the road to the top noisily. Large pieces of thick colors appear in front of people’s eyes, which are like the rosy clouds falling to the West. They are so dazzling that people are moved and amazed. (3) My eyes were moving, breathing the fresh air, enjoying the beautiful scenery of Summer Morning, humming the poem which made my heart extremely gentle and flat at this time. What kind of song can stir my heartstrings and play a resonant melody together? What I heard most was the songs floating on the street, and I was often moved. It was just like the wind blowing through my skin, and there was also a feeling of coolness and comfort, but it disappeared instantly. (4) I started to work. I picked up the broom left by a family on the roadside, and swept the sand, wooden sticks and garbage on the roadside into the road ditch one by one. Put artificial garbage such as plastic bags into the bags prepared earlier, and throw it inside when sweeping it to the side of the garbage table. I am still humming, and my heart is extremely happy and moved. Suddenly I remembered what my husband said to me a few days ago: this time I didn’t eat any chili pepper, so you ate more. A few days ago, our family, my husband and my two classmates and family gathered together. My husband paid for the reception in a hotel. My husband ordered a dozen dishes, most of which did not contain spicy pepper. I didn’t clip a chopstick except hot pepper fried shredded pork. I ate everything else. When I got home, my husband said to my two sons: the happiest thing today is that your mother has eaten some. Is? I didn’t say anything, and I was shocked at that time. Because I was busy doing housework, my husband’s words seemed to be put into a deep well, without causing any ripples in my heart. (5) The next day, my husband said to me with relief and joy: most of yesterday’s dishes did not contain spicy pepper, and you also ate some. Listening to her husband’s tone, it was like a big deal, which made him relieved. I still didn’t say a word. I was used to watching others eating and drinking spicy and oily food outside, and I only picked up some rare ones without spicy seeds. Every time I come back from the door-to-door reception of relatives and friends outside, my husband always asks: Can’t you eat spicy food? Don’t you have enough? I replied indifferently: if you eat more steamed buns, you will not be full. How can you not be full! My husband always said, no more words. (6) I turned the broom, swept the floor and hummed. The poet who cherished the candle peony in the midnight was so pitiful of The Peony in front of the stairs. The only two declining peony flowers are afraid of the wind blowing down tomorrow, so they can watch the candle in the middle of the night. A man with such a heart must also cherish his wife and children. The poet’s feelings suddenly pulled out the words that sank into my heart, and perhaps the words that sank into my heart forever, which surprised me suddenly. I almost made a big mistake, which was made by most people. Accustomed to the care and greetings of relatives, take it for granted, but do not know the return, appreciate it. In fact, at that time, I should smile gratefully to my husband, or say softly: You are so nice! My husband’s words contain deep love for me. He witnessed me eating the dishes in the plate one by one. The sweetness in my heart was better than the delicious food in front of me, as if the stones in my heart fell to the ground. Finally, seeing his wife’s full belly, leaning against the back of the chair comfortably, talking and laughing with everyone, he talked happily with his old classmates. (7) sweeping the road, on the way back, the husband of morning exercise was waiting for me on the road, and we went home together. I was still humming. The fallen petals in front of the middle steps of the poet’s courtyard, which cherished peony, must float in my husband’s heart at this time, fluttering and dancing in his heart with the Morning Breeze of Summer.

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